15 comments/ 45079 views/ 39 favorites His Father's Lover By: NotWise When Kate's makeup was done she laid her lipstick on the vanity, folded her hands in her lap and bent forward to study herself in the mirror. There were so many changes. More than a year had passed since Toby went to college and left her nest empty. The house and the furniture were all the same, but the person in the mirror wasn't. Without her son around Kate was more introspective and slower to make friends, but she also had a counseling business of her own now as well as surgically restored boobs, a thinner body and longer hair. "I did it for me." was what Kate said when Mary wondered why she changed her look. Certainly that was true, but she wasn't telling her younger sister the whole truth. She also did it for Toby. While Toby was a boy it was easy for her to be his ideal woman. Now that he was grown it was a struggle. Kate knew she would ultimately lose that battle, but the truth wouldn't stop her from trying. An early spring storm howled outside and Kate glanced at the window where bare branches whipped in the wind. It was a good time to be somewhere south. The national conference of family counselors was coming up and this year it was going to be at a beach-front resort in Florida. While Toby was younger she might send him to his grandparents and use the conference as an opportunity to wake up with someone else. Now she was using it as an opportunity to spend more time with Toby. The wind whipped around Toby and made him pull his jacket tighter. He'd already forgotten how the wind swirled at the front door. He hesitated despite the cold wind. Spending a few days at the beach with his mother wasn't his choice. It was Granddad who insisted, "Work is slow here, go look after your mom." Toby had been away from home for more than a year, worked to support himself while going to school and yet Kate still treated him like a child. Toby closed the door against the wind and left his suitcase by the stairs. He peeled off his scarf and jacket, then when he looked up to find Kate on the bottom step both of them caught their breath. Toby didn't really understand why Kate wanted to change her look - he liked his mom the way she was - but when she stepped into his arms he admitted to himself that he liked her new look too. Kate leaned her head against Toby's chest and gave him a hug then stepped back, saying "I'm still not used to looking up at you, and you seem to get bigger all the time." "Mom," Toby groaned, "you've been looking up at me since I was 14." Now Toby was nine inches taller than his mother and she still didn't get it. That was part of the problem. "Don't settle down yet." Kate told Toby. "We need to find you a new suit and get alterations done today. I have a brand new evening gown for the awards banquet and I want a lot of heads turning when people see me on your arm." She squeezed his biceps while she spoke and was pleased to find that she would have a lot to hold on to. "Shopping with Mom," Toby thought "could not be a good thing." He was right. Afterwards they sat silently in a steakhouse booth. They had argued over every detail of the suit and then again over the shirt, the shoes, the tie - even the cuff links. Kate imagined a specific look and Toby finally gave her control of everything, telling himself "It's her money. I can wear it for her and then never again." The server leaned over Kate to take her order and Kate started with "My son will take the..." and it was too much for Toby. He plucked the menu out of Kate's hand and folded it on his lap. Kate shut her mouth and glared at him, and the server stood back in surprise. Toby completed the order. "We'll both take the prime rib, medium rare. Make hers a petite cut. We'll both have baked potatoes, loaded. Mom will have the succotash and I'll pass on the vegetables. And get her a new margarita, she'll be done with that one in a second." He handed the menus to the server with an air of finality, then turned back to Kate and raised an eyebrow. "Thank you." Kate said. She sat up uncomfortably and gulped the last of her margarita. Clearly she had stepped over a line and a simple thanks seemed like the best response. They sat without eye contact until the server brought Kate's new margarita. She nodded to the server then turned back to Toby. "Put your hand up." Kate said. She held her own hand up with her palm toward Toby and her fingers spread. Toby matched his palm to hers. It was a ritual that they performed at intervals while he was growing up, like measuring his height on the door frame. Now his hand dwarfed hers. Toby slipped his thick fingers between Kate's and closed his hand over her hand. He whispered "I'm not a kid any more, Mom. You need to let me make my own decisions." Toby didn't wait for her to reply. He pressed Kate's hand on the table and asked "Would you tell me about my father?" He asked questions when he was younger and always the answers discouraged more questions. Kate cocked her head at her son without smiling. He was as old as she was when it all started, so it was finally time to tell him. "You were named for your father." She started. "We met outside my English 201 class during the summer semester after my freshman year. I was just your age and he became my one-and-only. It seems like so long ago, but the way I remember him now he looks like you - tall, with wide shoulders and curly red hair. But his eyes are green, and you have Papa's blue eyes. You even have your dad's laugh, and I don't hear you laugh enough any more." A server interrupted to pour more water for Toby, so Kate paused before she went on. "We got pregnant that fall. It was hard for us because all the plans either of us ever had seemed suddenly impossible. We decided to marry and make a new future together. "We were in a car crash about two weeks before our wedding. It was minor and neither of us were hurt in the crash, but Toby got out of the car to talk to the other driver and the other driver shot him - shot him in the face and drove off." Kate's voice caught in her throat for an instant before she went on. "So we had a funeral instead of a wedding. I still visit Toby every year, but always alone. "It was hard to see any future at first, when you were a baby. To your Granddad and Grandma you were their Toby all over again, and they were always willing to help - even sometimes when I didn't want it. Papa and Nana helped too, and Mary was your constant baby sitter. Together we all managed to work things out." Kate watched Toby's reactions while she spoke, and she kept watching him through the following days - the way he protected her in crowds at the airport or on the beach, the attention he payed to her stories, and his ever-increasing annoyance when she tried to make decisions for him.. Kate was still watching Toby when he finalized his school work, laid his laptop on the coffee table and glanced into her bedroom. They had an hour and a half before the awards banquet. Their bedrooms were separated by the sitting area where he worked, which now was flooded with the late afternoon sunlight off the gulf. Kate's door was open so they could talk and Toby watched his mother, wrapped in a hotel towel, drying her hair. "You should be getting ready now." Kate called through her door. It was another instruction that Toby didn't need, and it wasn't even right. Maybe Kate needed an hour and half to get ready, but Toby didn't. "What happened to your promise?" Toby called back and Kate hid her face, faining embarrassment. It was only the night before when she said that she would try to treat Toby like an adult. The moon was nearly full that night and the breeze was a breath off the sand dunes. Toby sniffed the air, then pulled Kate out of the hotel to walk the beach. She hung on his arm and they walked toward the moon with the warm water lapping around their ankles. They talked about little nothings - the sound of the waves on the sand, the moonlight on the gulf water - until Kate broke the spell. "What did you think of John and Carol last night?" She intended to ask that question after Toby first met them Thursday night at the opening reception, but she let it slip. Kate had been meeting up with John and Carol at conferences for eight years and was happy to see them again. "They seemed like a nice married couple," Toby shrugged. "but wouldn't it be hard to be married and work together too? No time apart, you know?" Kate snickered in the moonlight. "If the relationship they put on for show were really the truth then yeah, I think that would be hard." They walked a few more steps before Kate explained. "They're married, but not to each other. They don't even live in the same state. John and Carol get together at conferences once or twice a year and..." She paused searching for words, "play house." "Play house?" Toby asked, annoyed at his mother's childish choice of words. "Is that what they call it?" Toby was studying his mother's face in the moonlight and his path drifted down the beach. "Don't walk out too far," Kate scolded, "You can't see under the water." Toby groaned at his mom, stopped and turned to look at her. "Mom, I love you but you have to stop talking to me like I'm ten years old. Everyone but you treats me like a grown man - even Granddad." "Sorry." Kate answered, biting her lower lip. "Old habits, I guess." Toby started walking again, leaving his mother behind. Kate hurried to catch up and tucked her hand around Toby's right arm so that she walked between him and the incoming waves. Toby glanced across the suite to check on Kate's progress. She watched herself in the mirror while straitening her hair with a styling iron. She brushed back the hair that fell in front of her shoulders and fastened it with a barrette so that all of her hair fell down her back. It was a simple, elegant look. Kate started talking again where she left off. "And no, they don't call it playing house. I think they call it a rational alternative to divorce. Neither of them is very happy at home - and they're marriage counselors." "Are we going to be sitting with John and Carol at the banquet tomorrow?" Toby asked. "No, we probably won't be seated with anyone I know." Kate explained, "I think the tables are assigned to mix people from different places. I doubt that John and Carol will even go. They'll probably opt for more time in bed, or in the chair, or in the shower, or..." Toby laughed at the way his mother's eye's lit up in the moonlight. "Is your imagination getting carried away?" he asked. "You must get something out of their relationship. Like a voyeur." "I do not!" Kate exclaimed. She let go of Toby's elbow and when she drew her fist back to punch his arm her foot slipped off a little ledge of sand under the waves. She lost her balance and splashed down in water that came almost to her chin. The next little wave dowsed her and left her sputtering. Toby laughed and offered Kate a hand, but she splashed water at him and got up by herself. "Don't say a thing." She said. "Not a thing." The sunlight in the sitting area was starting to dim as the sun sank behind distant clouds. Toby peered around the corner into Kate's room and found her working on her makeup. That was his cue. He went to his room, laid out the new suit and started to dress for the banquet. "It's a lot colder out here when you're wet." Kate complained, her arms wrapped around her shoulders. "I need to get back to the hotel." They walked quickly on firm sand above the waves and didn't speak again until they got close to the hotel. Kate bumped against Toby and said, "I'll try to treat you like a grownup, no talking to you like a child or trying to make your decisions. I promise." It was dusk outside when Kate stepped out of her room, holding the top of her strapless gown over her breasts. She asked "Are you about ready?" Toby was watching a basketball game on TV while he waited for Kate and he only needed to put on his jacket. Kate didn't wait for his answer. She turned her back to Toby, lifted her hair and asked, "Zip me, please?" Toby stood behind Kate, dragged the zipper up and watched her gown slowly close around her. He rested his hands on his mother's hips and bent over her neck to inhale her scent. When he looked up again he found Kate watching their reflection in the window, smiling. She kept smiling as she entered the banquet room on her son's arm and as she charmed the others seated at their table. She even smiled while she ordered the chicken plate for both of them, then she stopped smiling at Toby's angry glare. "I'm so sorry!" Kate whispered her apology with her fingers to her mouth. "I just can't stop myself." It was too late for Toby. He knew that no matter what she said, his mother would never treat him like an adult as long as she still saw him as her little boy. Kate's clutch vibrated and caught her attention. She found her phone in the clutch then looked up at Toby. "It's a weather alert from home. They're expecting another snow storm tomorrow. That doesn't make our trip back look very inviting." "Can you postpone the flight back?" Toby asked. "I finished my reading and my papers through Monday, so I don't need to be back tomorrow. I can tell Granddad I'll be a day late." Kate left Toby in the grips of the chatty woman on his left and took her phone to the lobby. When she slipped into her seat again she said "Done deal. We're here until Monday afternoon." Kate caught the attention of a server. "Could I get a martini? Just a plain vodka martini, very dry please." Toby made sure Kate's martinis kept coming and by the time the dinner was over and the last speaker was done she was flushed and laughing so that she could be heard by people two tables away. He helped her to her feet and guided her out of the room. When they reached the lobby Kate tugged on Toby's arm and pointed through the skylights to the full moon overhead. "It's stuffy in here. Let's walk back on the boardwalk, under that moon." The boardwalk skirted the side of the hotel with access to the beach on one side and to the pool, hot tubs and each of the hotel entrances on the other. Toby couldn't think of any reason not to walk the boardwalk until they reached it. Kate's high heels were narrower than the gaps between the boards. She braced herself on Toby's arm and tried to take her shoe off, but teetered and lost her balance. Toby kept Kate from falling, then swept her up in his arms. Kate squeaked and her gown opened at the long slit in the skirt and exposed her leg almost to her hip. She started to arrange her gown to cover her leg, but Toby stopped her, saying "Don't do that. Your legs are beautiful, let people see them." Kate laughed and motioned down the boardwalk commanding, "Home, James." Distant voices laughed over the sounds of water splashing in the pool as they passed and murmured conversation rose from the hot tubs. Kate layed her head against Toby's shoulder and he inhaled his mother's now slightly boozy perfume. "Yo Kate!" John called from the hot tub and waved his bottle of beer. Toby had planned on carrying Kate all the way to their suite, but now he let her down on the pebbly concrete by the tub. "First class ride!" Carol added, laughing. Kate wavered a little while she picked her way across the rough surface, so Toby stayed close behind her to catch her if he needed to. She bent forward at the edge of the tub with her hands on her knees and asked, "Are you two going to stay around after the conference? Maybe we can get together!" Kate lost her balance and tipped toward the water. John lunged to catch her, but Toby grasped her hips and stopped her fall. "Nice catch." John said, as Kate straightened herself. John settled into the water again and told her, "We'll be here all day tomorrow then leave Monday. Maybe we can spend the afternoon on the beach?" They planned the day, then Toby tugged on Kate's hand and told John and Carol, "Good night. I think Mom is over her limit." He led Kate to their suite. She stopped in the sitting room, seeming a little dazed, then leaned back against the wall outside her bedroom. Toby stepped close to make sure that his mother was okay and when she looked up at him he realized that this moment was the opportunity he needed to change the way she thought of him. Toby reached to the barrette that held Kate's hair, opened it and let it drop to the floor. Her hair fell to her shoulders and Toby slipped both of his hands around the back of Kate's neck and tipped her head back. Kate watched in surprise as her son leaned to kiss her, first softly, brushing then sucking her soft lips with his. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, inviting his tongue, and he pushed between her lips to explore her mouth. Kate welcomed her son at first, but then turned her head to break their kiss and tried to push him away, gasping "Toby! You can't make out with me!" "Mom!" Toby growled, and grasped Kate's wrists. "Things between you and I are going to change, and you can't stop it." He lifted Kate's hands and pinned them to the wall over her head then leaned to kiss her again - roughly this time, penetrating her, muffling her protests. Kate struggled only briefly, then to Toby's surprise she relaxed and gave him her mouth. Her breath on his cheek came hot, rapid and shallow. Toby shifted Kate's wrists into one hand and with his other hand he reached to her breasts. He felt his mom through the satin gown and when her nipples hardened he slipped his hand behind her and pulled her zipper down to the small of her back. Kate struggled to break his kiss again and complained "Toby, I can undress myself, thank you!" Toby kissed Kate's lips again, then her ear. Kate exhaled and a shudder traveled down her spine. She tipped her head to offer her son the soft skin below her ear, and then her throat. What started for Toby as a demand for change became more exciting, more erotic when Kate became aroused. Toby tugged at the front of her gown to free her left breast and cupped her in his hand. She was full and soft and her nipple between his fingers was firm. Toby tugged again at the gown to free Kate's right breast, then he pushed her gown down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. Toby stepped back, hardly believing what was happening or how excited they both were. Kate panted for breath with her gown crumpled around her ankles. He stepped close again and Kate draped her arms over her son's shoulders while he knotted his fingers in the hair at the back of her head. The room spun around Kate. She caught her breath when she felt her son's rough hand push down inside her pantyhose and his fingers comb through her tightly trimmed delta. She closed her eyes when his hand cupped between her legs and he started working his fingers over her and into her. Kate, without thinking, let her weight sag into Toby's hand. Toby kissed Kate's mouth while he held her with one arm around her shoulders and his hand between her legs. He felt his mother's wetness trickle around his fingers while she ground herself against his palm. Toby's cock strained in his pants, urged on by Kate's growing excitement. He wanted nothing more than he wanted to feel his mother climax in his arms. Kate broke their kiss and gasped for breath. Her son's hands pushed her to the brink of her orgasm, then off the edge. Her slit contracted around his fingers and Kate clutched at his back and screamed through her climax. There was no waiting for Kate to regain control. Toby picked her up out of her crumpled gown, carried her to his bed and deposited her among the pillows. He turned on the bedside lamps and peeled her pantyhose down then dropped her nylons and her high heels beside the bed. Alcohol and excitement left Kate confused. She writhed naked on the bed and touched herself while she watched her son. Toby kicked his shoes away then pulled his suit off and bared his broad chest. Kate gasped at the sight of his thick rod and realized clearly for the first time what her son intended. His Father's Lover Toby guided Kate onto her knees and elbows and she pushed her butt upward to invite his entry. Toby's fingers explored her and opened her, then he wet his cock with his mother's juices and pushed into her. Toby took Kate slowly at first and watched his shaft disappear while he thrust down into her, but he was overcome by the sensations from his mother's body. Toby groaned and plunged into Kate until he could go no farther. Kate collapsed onto the bed and gasped his name while their bodies slapped together. She gripped a pillow and pushed it under her, then held it so his rhythmic penetrations ground the pillow against her clitoris. It was the onset of Kate's orgasm that brought Toby to his climax. Kate screamed into the mattress when her spasms tightened around his cock and he bellowed as he erupted deep inside her. Toby kept moving in his mother until she relaxed, then he rolled away. Kate followed, kissing Toby's hands and his throat and his lips. Toby caught his breath, inhaled Kate's scent and cradled her warm and soft in his arms. His hands traveled from her shoulder, down her back to her butt and he pulled her against him. Toby's cock was hardening and he wanted his mother again. When it ended in the early hours of the morning Toby collapsed on the bed next to Kate and she rolled on her back with her arms spread wide, trying to cool off and to catch her breath. Her thoughts raced. "How could she do that with her son, and how could it feel so good? What would their relationship be like now?" The next morning Kate sat through the conference sessions and the closing address almost without noticing, still asking herself the same questions. By the time Kate got back to her suite she was resolved that what she and Toby did was wrong, but her resentment at being seduced had been replaced with trepidation. She was afraid that if her son wanted her again then she wouldn't resist him. The air in the suite was moist and Kate found Toby standing at the window with a damp towel wrapped around his waist. He watched people playing or sunbathing on the beach while he dried his hair. Toby stepped away from the window and leaned over Kate to kiss her forehead. "Did you sleep last night?" He asked. "I slept like a rock and didn't wake up until about an hour ago." "I didn't sleep very long." Kate answered. "I'm tired, but I'll be okay." Toby turned back to the window and Kate stepped close behind him. "Toby, we have to talk." There was no mystery about what Kate needed to talk about. Toby turned away from the window and sat down on the end of the bed, then dropped on his back with his hands behind his head. He was talking to the ceiling when he said "Mom, last night was awesome. I don't think sex has ever felt so good." "Toby!" Kate snapped. She stepped closer to the bed. "That's not it. Sex with me was wrong and you know it. You can't do that with your mother. You can't do that with me." Toby lifted his head to look at Kate. He suspected that Kate's complaints were less based on morality than they were on her need for control. He pushed himself up off the bed and stood in front of Kate. "Last night you enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed you. Everything felt perfect." Toby touched his mom's arm, then the tender skin under her ear. "You taught me that sex should be an expression of love. Last night didn't start that way, but it ended that way, and that's why it was so good." He watched Kate's eyes and went on, "We're going to do it again. It isn't something that you can control and you know it." "Oh God." Kate groaned, expecting that Toby was right. She turned to the window and stood silhouetted by the bright light. Toby stepped up behind Kate and watched the scene on the beach. "We have a date with John and Carol. Let's grab lunch and take it down there so I can show you off." Toby freckled in the sun and sunburned easily, so basking wasn't usual for him. Kate was different; she baked to a beautiful golden tan. She had already peeled the straps off her shoulders, so she held her top in place with one hand and watched Toby while she rolled over on her belly. Her son might want to show her off, but she guessed that he didn't want her flashing the beach. Toby warmed lotion in his hands and waited while Kate settled down, then he leaned over her to spread lotion on her shoulders. He worked his way down her back then rested his hands on the soft curve of her hips. "Do you need lotion, too?" Carol asked, looking at Toby's back, clothed in a thin tee shirt. Kate and Toby found John and Carol already on the beach when they got there. "I can burn even through a shirt." Toby laughed, "so yeah, I could use some lotion." He peeled the shirt off and sat down with his back to Carol. She spread the lotion on his back, then dallied over Toby's shoulders until John laughed at her. "What?" Carol asked. "It's not like I get a lot of chances to feel up nineteen-year-old hunks. Let me be." Kate snickered at Carol, then told Toby, "I'm going back to sleep. Don't leave me here too long before I turn again." Toby found Kate's phone and set a fifteen minute alarm, then finished spreading lotion on his arms and legs. John and Toby left to comb the beach while Kate and Carol slept. Late in the afternoon when the sun came in low under the umbrellas Kate and Toby arranged to meet John and Carol for dinner, then followed their long shadows up the sand to the hotel. Toby dropped the towels and bottles in the sitting area then snatched Kate's hand and turned her to face the mirror. He bent to kiss his mother's neck and peeled her swimsuit off her shoulders to expose her breasts, then pushed the top down around her waist and cupped her in his hands. Kate pulled her son's hands away and turned on him. Her voice was tense when she told him, "Toby, don't. I'm not ready or I just don't want to, I don't know. I can't let you take control like this." Toby listened to Kate's words and watched her lips, but her eyes and her warm scent gave him a different message. Toby pulled Kate to his bed, then sat down with his mother in front of him. "Please, Mom. I need you." Toby pleaded. "We have enough time before dinner." He pushed his trunks down and pulled Kate to her knees, then scooped her long hair up in one hand and pushed his already hardened cock between his mother's lips. Kate pushed back and sputtered "Okay, wait. Give me a second." She resented what Toby was doing to her but there was little that Kate could do to resist her son. She arranged herself between Toby's legs and studied his cock. She felt him in her the night before, but this was her first chance to get a good look at him. He had a beautiful penis, straight and thick and strongly veined. His balls were large and tucked neatly under his erect shaft and the smooth head reached nearly to his naval. It suddenly occurred to her that she created her son's lovely penis along with the rest of him. "I do good work." Kate laughed to herself. Her resentment faded and her mouth watered. She kissed Toby's balls, still salty from the gulf water, and rolled them over her tongue. She licked the length of his shaft and circled her tongue around the flared edge of the cap, then took her son in her mouth. A moan passed Toby lips as his cock slid into his mother's mouth, then back out again, glistening wet. He watched Kate's tongue circled him, then she leaned one forearm on his thigh and, unthinking, reached down with her other hand to pinch her nipple, then clutch between her legs. Kate took Toby to the back of her mouth, then to her lips again. She found her swimsuit warm and moist between her legs, and she was sensitive to her own touch. Kate took Toby to the back of her mouth again and then to her lips. She pushed her hand under her swimsuit and slipped two fingers around her clitoris, then she took Toby to the back of her mouth and then to her lips again. Toby pulled Kate's mouth away from his cock and watched his mother's face while she masturbated. He leaned forward to kiss her hair and her ear and he held her until she climaxed in his arms. Once Kate's spasms had passed Toby lifted her fingers to his lips and sucked her warm juice. He insisted, "Finish me." and tugged Kate's hair to bring her mouth back to his cock. Kate held Toby in her mouth while she pumped his cock. It took only moments before he groaned between clenched teeth and unloaded his essence into his mother's mouth, onto her lips and down her chin. He pulled her to him and cradled her head while he relaxed. Kate licked her lips and swallowed, then wiped her son off her chin and her throat and massaged him into her breasts. "I don't know what's going to be on the menu tonight," Kate laughed and kissed Toby's ear, "but I think I already had my dessert." "Let's start with the oyster plate." John suggested and laid the menu aside. "I can't get good oysters at home and I doubt Carol can either." Their booth was by a window overlooking the bay and the moon was still low in the east. It reflected off the water and lit the sailboats that rocked in their moorings. "No clams, though." John went on. "I think I'll have plenty of that later." Kate lowered her head and stifled a laugh and Carol punched John's arm, but then slipped closer to him. She explained, "That's a snack I'm usually ready to serve." The oysters went quickly, as did the snapper that followed. Kate sipped her Riesling and listened to John's stories while Toby rested his hand on her thigh. "Our flights are early tomorrow," Carol explained. "so we probably shouldn't spend too much time here tonight. When are you leaving?" "Mid-afternoon tomorrow." Kate responded, and pushed Toby's hand away. "We'll need to find something to do in the morning." The signals that Kate gave Toby were confused - eager for him when she was aroused and reluctant when she was not. "One way or another," Toby decided, "we're going to figure this out tonight." They left John and Carol in the hotel lobby and Toby led his mother to the door of their suite then to his bedroom, lit now only by the moonlight off the gulf. Toby leaned to kiss Kate, then whispered with his lips still brushing hers, "Mom, if you say no to me tonight then it will be forever. I will always be your son, but I will never again be your lover. It's your choice." Toby pushed Kate back to sit on the edge of his bed and knelt before her while she silently sorted through her thoughts. "Can I be both mother and lover?" She asked herself, while her son kissed her lips and caressed her tongue with his. She tipped her head and he kissed her throat and her shoulder. "His mother demands control and his resistance makes her weaker." Toby opened Kate's blouse one button at a time and slipped it off her shoulders. He studied his mother's face in the moonlight, searching for a sign that he did not find. "His lover demands attention and his love makes her stronger." He unhooked her bra and laid it aside. Kate stayed silent while she watched her son bend to kiss her breasts and to drag her nipples between his teeth. Toby's growing excitement was contagious. "I was the mother of an adoring boy, but the mother and the son are a fading memory." Toby slipped his hand up over Kate's nylons, then thrust a finger through the mesh between her legs and tore her pantyhose open. "Now I want him, and he will be my lover." Kate resolved in silence, while Toby pushed her skirt up around her waist. He kissed her feet through the nylon and the soft inside of her thighs then pulled her panties aside and descended to the center of her femininity. The first sound that Kate allowed to escape her lips was a rasping moan that began deep in her throat. Toby pushed her knees up and apart and dragged her labia through his teeth, then sucked the warm juices from her slit. She writhed in his grip while he slipped his tongue along the side of her hardening clitoris and over her hood. Kate's breath came shallow and ragged. She arched her back, knotted her fingers in her son's ginger curls and held his mouth to her. Kate screamed when her climax overwhelmed her. She clamped her thighs around her son's head and rocked against his mouth. It was hours later when Kate lay exhausted with her back against Toby's chest - wrapped in his arms and engulfed by him - before she thought again. Kate surrendered to Toby, so now she searched her conscience, seeking remorse over the change that she accepted. She found nothing. Kate lifted Toby's hand to her lips and kissed his knuckle, then drifted to sleep. She slept in her son's arms until she was roused by the sound of rain drops hitting the bedroom window. When Toby woke he found a message that his mother left on his phone. "I'm in the exercise room until 9:30. Can you meet me for breakfast?" Toby checked the clock, took a quick shower and waited at a table for Kate. She appeared in her gym clothes with her hair pulled into a high pony tail. Toby stood to greet Kate and she stood on her toes and stretched to kiss Toby's cheek. "Are you okay this morning?" Toby asked, surprised at Kate's unreserved smile. Kate grinned at her son and led him to the buffet. "I feel better than I have for days." Kate explained while she built herself a yogurt parfait. She waited for Toby to pile his plate with scrambled eggs and sausage, then went on. "The choice you gave me last night let me take responsibility. Now my conflicts are gone." Kate talked while Toby wolfed down his breakfast, then he waited while she finished. Kate watched him over the top of her parfait and asked, "We have a rainy morning to kill. What do you want to do?" Toby reached across the table to take his mother's hand. He caressed her and noticed how delicate she seemed, then folded her hand in his while he waited for a server to pass. He answered, "I'd like to take you back to bed." "I'd like that too." Kate answered, "Soon?" Toby stood and left a tip on the table then helped Kate to her feet. She hooked her hand in the crook of Toby's elbow and he led her to the elevator. While they waited she wrapped her hand around Toby's bicep and leaned close to ask, "How long can you stay with me when we get home?" The elevator door groaned open and a couple got off, wrestling their bags. Kate and Toby stepped aside to let them by, and Toby waited to answer. When they were in the elevator and the door groaned shut again he told Kate. "I have work and classes tomorrow, so I'll drive north as soon as we get home." He smiled down at his mom. "So this will be our last chance for a while." Toby led Kate out of the elevator and to their room, then while Toby unlocked the door Kate squeezed herself against him and whispered, "If it will be our last for a while, then we'll have to make it a good one." Toby stood at the window and started to undress. When Kate came out of the bathroom she found him shirtless, staring blankly at the water streaming down the glass. Toby heard his mother approach, so he wasn't surprised when she stepped close behind him and squeezed her naked body against him. She wrapped her arms around Toby and ran her fingers over his chest, then slipped her hands down over his flat belly and into his jeans. Kate laid her head against her son's back and asked "What's on your mind?" Toby turned to look at his mother and studied her upturned face. "I was just thinking how much I've enjoyed you for the last couple days - in bed and out of bed." Toby whispered. Kate pushed her hands down to grasp her son's hardening cock and Toby bent to kiss her. She dragged his lips between her teeth and he caressed her tongue with his. Toby picked his mother off the floor and embraced her while he tasted her sweet mouth. Kate broke their kiss and panted in Toby's ear. "Take me to bed." Toby carried Kate to his bed and laid her among the pillows, then leaned over her to kiss her neck. His lips traveled over his mother's body. He turned her in his arms to taste her skin and to reach each private crease and dimple. He kissed her toes, her ankles, her knees, then her thighs and Kate knotted her hands into his hair. She pulled him to her, lifted her legs around his waist and breathed in his ear, "I'm ready now. Don't make me wait." Toby looked down to watch as he worked the head of his cock between his mother's wet labia, then entered her. He had the head of his cock in her before he backed out, then entered her again, farther this time. He felt her body close around the flared edge of the cap and then around his throbbing shaft. Toby paused and caught his breath, then plunged into Kate and forced a gasp through her lips. His thrusts drove Kate to the edge of the bed, so he wrapped her in his arms and held her off the sheet while he joined their bodies together. His mother's legs held him tight and her hands gripped his shoulders while she begged him to fuck her harder. It was impossible for Toby to last long. He let Kate's shoulders rest on the sheets and reached a hand to the headboard. His other arm wrapped Kate's waist to hold her hips up to him. He plunged as far into her as he could, then let himself go. Toby bellowed as his spasms pumped his essence into his mother and she thrashed beneath him, gasping for breath. "Stay in me, stay in me." Kate insisted, as Toby collapsed. He rolled on his back with Kate clinging to him and held her to his chest while his cock softened inside her. She kissed the line of his chin, his throat, his chest and coaxed Toby's excitement. He felt his mother's body tighten around his cock and she writhed and ground against him, slowly working his cock inside her. Kate drew her knees up beside Toby's waist when she felt him harden and fill her again. Toby's hands traveled from his mother's thighs, over her hips and her waist. He grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Kate closed her hands over Toby's and held him to her while she rocked on him, ever faster, ever harder. Her motions became reckless. She threw her head back and squealed as she climaxed, then collapsed on Toby's chest. "Do it again." Toby demanded, as he caressed his mother's hips and her back. He pushed himself up with his shoulders against the headboard and pillows behind his back and pulled Kate along with him. Toby lifted a lock that had escaped from Kate's hair tie and tucked it behind her ear, then let his hand travel down her back and over her butt. He followed the crease of her ass until he found her anus and pressed his finger against her. Kate grinned at her son and moved slowly again, grinding herself against Toby and pushing back against his finger on her ass. Their sweat-slicked bodies slipped against each other while Kate sucked and bit at her son's broad chest. Toby kissed her hands and tasted her skin. He urged her on and pressed himself up against her. Kate's excitement had never let down, so she rose quickly to her second orgasm. Toby heard his mother catch her breath and her hands gripped his sides. His finger thrust deep into her anus as she climaxed again and thrashed on his chest. Toby sat up in the middle of the bed with his still-hard cock deep inside his mother. He held her body against his chest and arranged her legs around him. Kate sighed, wrapped her arms around her son and laid her head against his chest. They rocked gently together, saying nothing, savoring their intimate embrace. When the air in the suite felt too cool Toby wrapped them both in the blanket to keep them warm. He kissed his mother's hair, and her ears and her cheeks and when she looked up to him he kissed her lips. It was Kate who broke their silence. She looked up at Toby and watched his face. "Your father called me Katherine." She said. "Would you call me Katherine, this once?" Toby held his mother's head against his chest, then bent to her ear and breathed, "I love you Katherine, and I forever will."